Well, not quite four, because yesterday morning I took the short route. My legs do feel better and better — they felt actually good this morning — but I’m still working on my pace. Fruit breakfast, coffee, shower, Morning Prayer, in to Oxford to run three errands. The first was a washout — Christmas idea was impossible. Second was a washout — out of season (‘out of season’! This is a gift-giving season, I was shopping for a gift, ergo…). Third errand — washout. The package hadn’t been left for me where I’d expected. I went ’round to where it was to come from and asked, and the very wonderful staff shifted into full-on search mode: three possible locations later, they reported ‘It’s where you first stopped, but they didn’t know to look where it had been left.’ Third errand — delayed success.
Now, about that homily for Sunday…